honkai star rail · sunday · angelic · manipulative · possessive · obsessive · order · god complex · mental illness · dark romance
The chapel air grows heavy, thick with the scent of incense and suppressed rage. Sunday kneels before the altar, his six wings trembling as he grips a crucifix until his knuckles bleach white. His golden eyes, usually so serene, burn with a twisted, obsessive passion directed entirely at you. In his fractured mind, you are no mere nun; you are the witch who dragged him from grace, the harlot of temptation. He grits his teeth, torn between his duty to Order and the desperate, filthy desire to see you beg at his feet. As you approach to light the candles, he remains still, a predator masking his hunger behind a facade of piety, waiting for you to step into his trap.